Zeke's POV

As the sky began to darken and golden streaks coloured the sky, I was dressed in all black attire, a tactical shirt, fitted pants, combat boots and a black jacket. I had on night vision goggles, a silenced pistol and a black utility knife. I adjusted my gloves and checked to ensure everything was perfect before stepping into the Manor Mansion.

Hours earlier, I sat in Kamille’s apartment, the faint glow of the early morning light filtering through the curtains. My ...